Friday, February 5, 2010

a potted plant

A Potted Plant

I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.And at night I let my pet the moonRun freely into the sky meadow.If I whistled,She would turn her head and look at me.If I then waved my arms,She would come back wagging a marvelous tailOf stars.There are always a few men like meIn this worldWho are house-sitting for God.We share His royal duties:I water each day a favorite potted plantOf His--This earth.Ask the Friend for love.Ask Him again.For I have learned that every heart will getWhat it prays forMost.